Budget cutbacks have forced us to eliminate
anything the least bit entertaining.

Well, uh, see ya.

Each two-man team will work its way
through the wilderness
to a cabin hidden
somewhere on this mountain.

The routes are treacherous,
so use your maps.

- Uh, I lost my map.

- You haven't been issued a map yet.

When you arrive at the cabin,
there will be a congratulatory party
with sandwiches and
moderately priced champagne.

[Applause]
Now, as an added incentive
the second-to-last team
to arrive at the cabin
will receive an hilarious
"World's Worst Employee" trophy.

Hey, this sounds like fun.

- And the last team to arrive will be fired.

- [Chuckles] Uh-oh.

And to show that
I'm not playing favorites
both Smithers and I
will be participating.

Who knows? I might be
the unlucky one who gets fired.

[Quietly]
Not bloody likely.

- I've placed all your names in this hat.

- Ooh!
Thank you.

Now, pair off
as I draw your names.

Lenny and Carl.

Aw, nuts! I mean, um-
Aw, nuts!
Fong and Sutroy.

Kimball and Dawson.

Aimee and Drucker.

Simpson and Burns?
Oh!
[Thinking]
Quiet, you fool!
You're on the one team
that can't possibly be fired.

- Oh.

- Sir, this can't be right.

You assured me this drawing
was rigged so we'd be teammates.

Yes.

Well, frankly,
you've been a bit of a pill lately.

Why do we always fight on vacation?
Well, there's only one name left.

Whoever it is
will be paired with me.

And that person is Waylon Smithers.

Perfect.

That's just perfect!
Prepare for the adventure
of a lifetime
as you fight for survival against
the merciless forces of nature.

To your marks!
Get set!
- Go!
- [All Shouting]
Ready, Mr.

Burns?
[Grunts]
One moment.

Only who can prevent forest fires?
You pressed "You," referring to me.

That is incorrect.

The correct answer is you.

[Grunts] Mom, can Lisa and I
play outside away from the bear?
Okay.

But when you start getting
apple-cheeked, it's time to come in.

Huh?
How could you do this to me, Mr.

Burns,
after all I've done for you?
Why, if you were here, I'd kick you
right in your bony old behind!
[Echoing]
Bony old behind! Bony old behind!
Bony old behind!
Bony old behind!
Why, thank you, Simpson.